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could meet’im in a chatroom or a local bar
Always dresses nicely, drives a flashy car
Compliments he spreads like soft butter onto bread
His look into your eyes can stop your heart, dead
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His hair is
always perfect, his fingers manicured
His smile is deftly practiced, all part of his allure
He’s ever so conversant, seems so well-read
Says just what it takes to get you into your bed
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He
doesn’t go by Blackbeard, Morgan or Lafitte
You’d never guess his motives if you passed him on the street
He’s a pirate of the moment, a scalawag by night who wants to
Plunder all the treasures….in your valley of delight
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The
only rum he drinks is in a mojito
His compassionate façade is really all for show
Pillage is the pastime he engages in
Deception lurks behind his charming grin
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The
riches that he seeks lie only partly in a chest
Below your button’d navel is wherein lies the rest
He’s a cad by definition, a booty buccaneer
Who’s happy to steal from you what you hold dear
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He
doesn’t wear an eye-patch, his buckle’s never swashed
He hasn’t sailed the seas or kept a parrot on his watch
He’s a pirate of the moment, a scalawag by night who wants to
Plunder all the treasures….in your valley of delight
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He
is driven by desires that he can’t control
A notch upon his belt is his nightly goal
Every new conquest is a test of will
To be the very first drives him harder, still
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He
comes across as caring, a man of great heart
But he is just an actor who plays his chosen part
If you listen closely he’ll strike a sour chord
And he’ll never ask permission to come aboard
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He
doesn’t go by Blackbeard, Morgan or Lafitte
You’d never guess his motives if you passed him on the street
He’s a pirate of the moment, a scalawag by night who wants to
Plunder all the treasures….in your valley of delight
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